"Showoff," Zayn muttered with a grin, still panting slightly as he rejoined the group with Seren. "We're stealing your kills, you know."
Ragnar smirked, his arms soaked in monster guts. "You can try."
Another wave was already incoming.
"There are quite a lot of monsters coming," Ragnar observed dryly as Elisse took a step back, clutching her staff a little tighter.
He wasn't wrong.
The sky darkened — not from clouds, but from wings.
Dozens of flying monsters screeched above them in erratic spirals.
On the ground, more beasts approached: lean, horned creatures that looked like someone had taken a raptor and said, "Make it angrier."
They were fast. Vicious. Covered in thick scale-plates and glowing soul cores in their chests.
And they were coming in hot.
Zayn took a deep breath, stretching out his neck and rolling his shoulders.
"It isn't that much. Not like the boss could fly anyway."
And because fate absolutely hates peace and quiet —
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
